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Nero, Vague and now Paldor. Nero had given her quite the handful; a daughter who swore she could read the very stars at times, and son and daughter who had become one, viciously inclined as they were. Vague had given her but so much loss - Elric, Ajax, Crystarium. But he had given her Vidar, too, and Ska who had brought her great joy on multiple occasions. But Paldor brought her something she had not expected, had not felt so much before - he brought with him peace. Even her pregnancy had gone relatively peacefully and she had not brooded over the broadness of her belly or the influx of her hormones. Perhaps it was third times the charm that she had finally found somebody rather than having been found; Nero had been thrown to her by Fate but he had been the first to approach. She had thieved Vague out of mere curiosity but it had been he who had approached her. Paldor, well, she felt as if it were her doing that had secured him by her side. After all, had she not hunted for him only to be won by his strangeness? She had sworn he was going to die that day... now look at her.

She lay within her newly found den, one so recently dug out to erase the scent of Vague from around her. It felt wrong to dwell within such a place, to give birth once more where she had given Vague his daughter. She had been there for some time, simply biding her time in anticipation for the grueling task ahead of her - her fourth litter, after all, she knew what to expect. Her body was hardwired to recognise the subtle change within her and she refused to be caught off guard; if Paldor sought her out, then so be it. Not once had she had a problem with bringing new life into the world; it made the naming task much easier, did it not? She smiled in humor, stretching out as another ripple of subtle pain moved down her stomach. They were preparing herself and she knew they would come soon - as if on command, the pain intensified, her teeth suddenly biting down on one another with a quiet growl. This was the part she did not enjoy, even if she expected it.

The first to come was a small thing - delicate, she thought, as she coddled the boy immediately. She wasted no time placing him by her stomach, licking over his form and nuzzling him so that he cried out in protest. She liked to ensure they were strong, particularly with the pup being so... small, much smaller than she had remembered them being. White, too, nothing but white. Honestly, she hadn't expected much more but sometimes she was surprised, no?

It didn't take long for the next to come - another son, another crying ball of smallness and white. By this point, she was quite... puzzled. Part of her had expected a splash of colour, something to distinguish him from the other but alas, nothing. Not even a single grew hair marked his body - she had checked as he fed, prodding hims gently to reveal his belly and legs. The third, too, came with relative ease some hours after the second - white! Blinding white though slightly larger than the first pair. And another son. She thought it futile to wait anymore as the pain to subside and she simply stared over the three children - all white, all male, all so small. Part of her expected another to come, a daughter perhaps? But no. It took her some hours of painlessness before she accepted the truth.

Three sons. Three pure white sons. That was it.

How am I going to tell them apart? She narrowed her eyes at the trio, watching them squirm over one another - she quickly lost track of which was firstborn and which was not. In frustration, she pulled the pups apart from one another, trying her hardest to paw and nudge them until they remained separate from one another. She wrapped her tail around one, using it as an effective barrier; the second lay by her stomach and she had shuffled herself into quite an awkward position so that she may lay her leg between the third and second. They could all feed but now... at least she could keep them separate until she could work something out.

"Okay," she nodded to herself with an exasperated sigh, refusing to sleep until the solution came to her.

"Istas -" she nudged the pup between her legs, "Vainglory -" the pup at her stomach, "And Wraith -" the final pup curled up at her tail.

Problem solved - for now, at least. And now she had nothing to do other than keep them apart and wait for Paldor to come work out his little issue - which was which and how the hell would they keep track.

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